Occupational therapy came over to collect the equipment he had been using in the last month or so. Harder was the Community Nurses coming to take away all the medical equipment, consumable medical supplies and the medicines that littered our spare room. Saw the spare bed for the first time in over two years. Looks so empty now. The wife found it especially hard. She had been responsible for ensuring that we had a months supply of everything. Two car loads of stuff. But they kindly left the bed - the hardest thing to let go.
The wife and I can stay up late, get up late, go for walks, have coffee whenever we want, comtemplate nights out and holidays. But we'd swap it all in an instant to have the boy back. But we can't.